The Eternal Crimson Braid

Welcome to Cielos

Beneath the bustling streets. Beneath the tar, glass, steel, and concrete lie things that it was thought were lost. The blood of the land is not ‘western’, whatever that is. The blood of the land has its own flow. It’s own beat that is as alien to the people that live there as those people were to the civilizations that populated this land centuries ago. Vital and brutal it thrums, louder and still. Can you hear it? Can you feel it speaking to that part of you that gnaws and screams in the dark? Your God is not in Cielos, so don’t bother.